02-14-2015, 07:00 AM
something profound and interesting to say? Or, some witty or funny comment to make?
It just boggles my mind that much of the time I really have nothing to say at all. Sometimes I'll reply to something someone else has asked or said… but I seldom start threads of my own… cuz, really, I don't have anything to say.
My life is boring even to ME.. so I know damn well it would bore everyone else to tears.
Well, "boring" may not be exactly the right word to describe it. It's just *ordinary*… very rare that anything truly INTERESTING (much less exciting) happens in my world. TRUE, there was that encounter with the college freshman back in September, but THAT kind of thing is about as frequent as getting struck by lightening. And although I consider myself a creative type, *making shit up* has never been my strong suit. I wish I cold write creatively… I mean plot, character, dialogue, that kind of thing. The best I can do is shaggy dog monlogues.
Anyway… just starting a thread to start a thread. I have nothing to say at all.
But, if you've read this far and aren't totally bored yet… maybe I will go on…. I mean, I have nothing else to do, right? It's a Friday night, I'm home alone, it's 8:34PM, have smoked a little hasheesh -- just enough to get toasty -- and, well, I might as well write, right?
Today, February 13th, 2015, here in Berkeley, CA it got up to over 75°. That is rather unusual. Of course, we here in the Bay Area don't have the brutal Februarys that much of the midsection of the USA do. Our winters are relatively mild due to the presence of gulf currents in the Pacific Ocean. BUT, that said, on the other hand, usually the daytime temperatures here this time of year are 10 to 20 degrees cooler.
It's been an amazing day. I've walked 8.64 miles. I know this because my boss bought me a FitBit for my birthday, so I've been tracking my walks. I'm averaging about 5 miles a day. As of a couple weeks ago, I'm also back to going to the gym on a regular basis. About 2 years ago I was in great shape and was working out and walking a lot. But then I fell into a difficult time and was very depressed -- lot of stupid shit going on in my life -- and I stopped working out. Just had no motivation to do it at all. Consequently I gained way more wait than I like having -- so I've been working really hard at changing that. I've changed a lot of my eating habits, am now going to the gym two days a week (soon 3, then 4), I am walking a lot more again, and have begun to get my weight down. So… all this is good.
It was such a beautiful day, after walking to and from my Drs appointment this morning, I came home, packed my laptop into a back pack, and headed for my favorite coffee shop.
It's just four blocks from my apartment, and right across the street from the UC Berkeley campus. Since it was such nice weather, although I would be getting there by 11AM, I figured it would be crowded. It was… totally packed.. BUT some guardian angel saw to it that I was provided a table as soon as I walked onto the patio. I spent a good hour replying to emails, one thing and another, while drinking a mocha and chomping on a almond croissant. Now, of course, BOTH of those items are on my dietary *no can have* list, LOL!! But I've been good, so, this --being there out of doors this time of year in the midst of all the energy of the faculty and students -- was a way of treating myself. I *have* been good for the past month and more!
After that I walked home, fixed myself a tuna salad (no bread) and then took a nap for about an hour. I'd only gotten about 6 hours of sleep, having gotten up at 6AM. It was nice having all the windows open for fresh air.
When I woke up I decided to go for another walk so I hiked up the hill a ways to the Golden Bear Rec Center. Again, not that far from where I live. A bit further up the hill from the center itself is the Clark Kerr Track:
Several things are really nice about it… 1) it's only about a quarter mile from my place; 2) it has a great view of the bay, San Francisco and the Golden Gate bridge; 3) it's a dirt track and last but hardly least; 4) there are almost always hot college guys jogging around it. In this weather, with their shirts off!
I don't run.. I wish I *could* but I've never been into running and at my age and carrying about 30lbs more flab than I *want* to be, I just don't feel good about it. However, I *do* walk very fast… especially on the track (sidewalks can be a bit more treacherous). I can get up to 3.5 to 4 miles per hour. Not bad for pushing 70! Especially given that I can keep it up… I have pretty good endurance when I'm motivated (as opposed to feeling utterly depressed and shit). So, I walked around the track 8 times, headed back to my apartment, and then went out yet AGAIN for another walk… I mean, the weather was just so nice I didn't want to be in doors. I have a balcony I could sit on, but it faces north and *I* want sunshine!
My one regret is that I don't live in a warmer climate than the Bay Area. Don't get me wrong. It is lovely here. It's just, well, on average about 10° cooler than I would prefer it to be. I love it when the temperatures get up in the low 80s. It almost NEVER does here (it will a few days a year, but usually no more than 5 or 6). It's like perpetual springtime… nice but I miss the sultriness of hot weather.
That comes from having grown up in the rural mid-west and running wild as a kid in the summertime. I loved it when we'd have warm summer rains. I'd literally go running naked in them. I don't know, my brain just has a lot of erotic memories tied up with hot summer nights. When the temperature gets up toward 80, I get energized and my 'juices' start flowing.
So, after I got back from all that, I cooked myself enough food to see me through the weekend. I work on the weekends and if I don't prepare my lunch and dinner before hand, I always end up eating something I shouldn't out of laziness. I cooked a bunch of boneless skinless chicken breasts and vegetables. I just partially cook the veggies so they're still very 'crisp' -- that way they don't get all soggy when I microwave them to warm them up.
See how BORING this all is?
A day in the fucking life, you know?
Oh… In my spare moments -- like when waiting in my Drs office -- I'm reading "White Hand Society." I've recently been on a bit of a nostalgia kick for the 1960s and have been reading a lot about the history of that period. It's quite interesting. I've thought a couple times of starting threads on some of what I've been reading but, then again I've thought, "but, I mean, really, besides you, WHO CARESS?" LOL… I'm sure a few of you might find it momentarily interesting but it for sure wouldn't mean to you what it does to me.
It's one of the weird things about getting old. You look back on your life -- if you're lucky enough to survive. Most people do, but not everyone, you know?
For me it is very strange. It's like, I know my past happened to me but much of its seems so far away, so remote, almost as if it happened to someone else. I was walking by a hospital earlier today and I remembered that I had been IN that hospital years ago, probably not long after I moved here in the early 1970s, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember WHY I'd been there. Some vague memory of visiting someone who was a patient--but no memory of who could have been.
One thing I learned after the death of my first partner -- which, btw, was exactly 18 years ago TODAY.
-- is that no matter how long you live, LIFE IS SHORT. Very, very, very short.
It's just one of the peculiar things about existing as a human being, right? I mean, the galaxy -- hell, life right here on earth -- is BILLIONS of years old. Our lives, compared to that, are like ZERRO. We might almost not even bother to exist by comparison. And that's just the temporal dimension.
Ah, isn't hasheesh grand? I love the stuff, you know? One of the histories I've been reading is how SO MUCH hash made its way into the US back in my late teens, early 20s. I don't want to get TOO far off topic (whatever the topic might be?) but I've read TWO books on this subject. They're both about The Brotherhood of Eternal Love, and what a strange and interesting tale that is. To me, anyway. I've thought of starting a thread on it but, again, not sure anyone else would 'get' it… what "revolution" are they talking about again?
Ah, memories, sweet memories.
But life, you know, is to be lived in the here and now, right?
It's all about what's happening right this very moment in your life. Of course, if you've read THIS FAR, I duno… I'm inclined to think maybe you don’t have much of a life, either. I mean why on earth are you sitting here reading THIS when you could be out living, having fun, getting laid or something? Lord knows, if you live long enough, there will be plenty of time to idle away what little time you have left with trivial pursuits!
It just boggles my mind that much of the time I really have nothing to say at all. Sometimes I'll reply to something someone else has asked or said… but I seldom start threads of my own… cuz, really, I don't have anything to say.
My life is boring even to ME.. so I know damn well it would bore everyone else to tears.
Well, "boring" may not be exactly the right word to describe it. It's just *ordinary*… very rare that anything truly INTERESTING (much less exciting) happens in my world. TRUE, there was that encounter with the college freshman back in September, but THAT kind of thing is about as frequent as getting struck by lightening. And although I consider myself a creative type, *making shit up* has never been my strong suit. I wish I cold write creatively… I mean plot, character, dialogue, that kind of thing. The best I can do is shaggy dog monlogues.
Anyway… just starting a thread to start a thread. I have nothing to say at all.
But, if you've read this far and aren't totally bored yet… maybe I will go on…. I mean, I have nothing else to do, right? It's a Friday night, I'm home alone, it's 8:34PM, have smoked a little hasheesh -- just enough to get toasty -- and, well, I might as well write, right?
Today, February 13th, 2015, here in Berkeley, CA it got up to over 75°. That is rather unusual. Of course, we here in the Bay Area don't have the brutal Februarys that much of the midsection of the USA do. Our winters are relatively mild due to the presence of gulf currents in the Pacific Ocean. BUT, that said, on the other hand, usually the daytime temperatures here this time of year are 10 to 20 degrees cooler.
It's been an amazing day. I've walked 8.64 miles. I know this because my boss bought me a FitBit for my birthday, so I've been tracking my walks. I'm averaging about 5 miles a day. As of a couple weeks ago, I'm also back to going to the gym on a regular basis. About 2 years ago I was in great shape and was working out and walking a lot. But then I fell into a difficult time and was very depressed -- lot of stupid shit going on in my life -- and I stopped working out. Just had no motivation to do it at all. Consequently I gained way more wait than I like having -- so I've been working really hard at changing that. I've changed a lot of my eating habits, am now going to the gym two days a week (soon 3, then 4), I am walking a lot more again, and have begun to get my weight down. So… all this is good.
It was such a beautiful day, after walking to and from my Drs appointment this morning, I came home, packed my laptop into a back pack, and headed for my favorite coffee shop.
It's just four blocks from my apartment, and right across the street from the UC Berkeley campus. Since it was such nice weather, although I would be getting there by 11AM, I figured it would be crowded. It was… totally packed.. BUT some guardian angel saw to it that I was provided a table as soon as I walked onto the patio. I spent a good hour replying to emails, one thing and another, while drinking a mocha and chomping on a almond croissant. Now, of course, BOTH of those items are on my dietary *no can have* list, LOL!! But I've been good, so, this --being there out of doors this time of year in the midst of all the energy of the faculty and students -- was a way of treating myself. I *have* been good for the past month and more!
After that I walked home, fixed myself a tuna salad (no bread) and then took a nap for about an hour. I'd only gotten about 6 hours of sleep, having gotten up at 6AM. It was nice having all the windows open for fresh air.
When I woke up I decided to go for another walk so I hiked up the hill a ways to the Golden Bear Rec Center. Again, not that far from where I live. A bit further up the hill from the center itself is the Clark Kerr Track:
Several things are really nice about it… 1) it's only about a quarter mile from my place; 2) it has a great view of the bay, San Francisco and the Golden Gate bridge; 3) it's a dirt track and last but hardly least; 4) there are almost always hot college guys jogging around it. In this weather, with their shirts off!
I don't run.. I wish I *could* but I've never been into running and at my age and carrying about 30lbs more flab than I *want* to be, I just don't feel good about it. However, I *do* walk very fast… especially on the track (sidewalks can be a bit more treacherous). I can get up to 3.5 to 4 miles per hour. Not bad for pushing 70! Especially given that I can keep it up… I have pretty good endurance when I'm motivated (as opposed to feeling utterly depressed and shit). So, I walked around the track 8 times, headed back to my apartment, and then went out yet AGAIN for another walk… I mean, the weather was just so nice I didn't want to be in doors. I have a balcony I could sit on, but it faces north and *I* want sunshine!
My one regret is that I don't live in a warmer climate than the Bay Area. Don't get me wrong. It is lovely here. It's just, well, on average about 10° cooler than I would prefer it to be. I love it when the temperatures get up in the low 80s. It almost NEVER does here (it will a few days a year, but usually no more than 5 or 6). It's like perpetual springtime… nice but I miss the sultriness of hot weather.
That comes from having grown up in the rural mid-west and running wild as a kid in the summertime. I loved it when we'd have warm summer rains. I'd literally go running naked in them. I don't know, my brain just has a lot of erotic memories tied up with hot summer nights. When the temperature gets up toward 80, I get energized and my 'juices' start flowing.
So, after I got back from all that, I cooked myself enough food to see me through the weekend. I work on the weekends and if I don't prepare my lunch and dinner before hand, I always end up eating something I shouldn't out of laziness. I cooked a bunch of boneless skinless chicken breasts and vegetables. I just partially cook the veggies so they're still very 'crisp' -- that way they don't get all soggy when I microwave them to warm them up.
See how BORING this all is?
A day in the fucking life, you know?
Oh… In my spare moments -- like when waiting in my Drs office -- I'm reading "White Hand Society." I've recently been on a bit of a nostalgia kick for the 1960s and have been reading a lot about the history of that period. It's quite interesting. I've thought a couple times of starting threads on some of what I've been reading but, then again I've thought, "but, I mean, really, besides you, WHO CARESS?" LOL… I'm sure a few of you might find it momentarily interesting but it for sure wouldn't mean to you what it does to me.
It's one of the weird things about getting old. You look back on your life -- if you're lucky enough to survive. Most people do, but not everyone, you know?
For me it is very strange. It's like, I know my past happened to me but much of its seems so far away, so remote, almost as if it happened to someone else. I was walking by a hospital earlier today and I remembered that I had been IN that hospital years ago, probably not long after I moved here in the early 1970s, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember WHY I'd been there. Some vague memory of visiting someone who was a patient--but no memory of who could have been.
One thing I learned after the death of my first partner -- which, btw, was exactly 18 years ago TODAY.
-- is that no matter how long you live, LIFE IS SHORT. Very, very, very short.
It's just one of the peculiar things about existing as a human being, right? I mean, the galaxy -- hell, life right here on earth -- is BILLIONS of years old. Our lives, compared to that, are like ZERRO. We might almost not even bother to exist by comparison. And that's just the temporal dimension.
Ah, isn't hasheesh grand? I love the stuff, you know? One of the histories I've been reading is how SO MUCH hash made its way into the US back in my late teens, early 20s. I don't want to get TOO far off topic (whatever the topic might be?) but I've read TWO books on this subject. They're both about The Brotherhood of Eternal Love, and what a strange and interesting tale that is. To me, anyway. I've thought of starting a thread on it but, again, not sure anyone else would 'get' it… what "revolution" are they talking about again?
Ah, memories, sweet memories.
But life, you know, is to be lived in the here and now, right?
It's all about what's happening right this very moment in your life. Of course, if you've read THIS FAR, I duno… I'm inclined to think maybe you don’t have much of a life, either. I mean why on earth are you sitting here reading THIS when you could be out living, having fun, getting laid or something? Lord knows, if you live long enough, there will be plenty of time to idle away what little time you have left with trivial pursuits!
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The above is a sort of
a warped Valentine
from the deranged mind
of Mike W. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
Oh, and speaking of eating on the couch…
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The above is a sort of
a warped Valentine
from the deranged mind
of Mike W. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
Oh, and speaking of eating on the couch…
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